that's how you came,
and that's how you'll be
paint on a canvas
wild, in front of me
mind clashing and
dancing, feelings
from up above, or
from the deepest dark
gutters of endless belows
you are something else
and I'm nothing of the sort
you'll have me in shackles
and bandages in short
but a bruised up
toothless smile
will rest
for a while
on the drifting
dreamer
Crawling for miles
protons smashing
mingling, mingling
Receiving
in space made
in randomness
and darnkess's embrace
but there's no sense to
make of what's happening
to me
I could go on
for hours
and you still wouldn't see
these things come from
nothing,
these things soon to be
from dimensions
unknown,
from foreign clearings
a fraction
of seconds
For fractured
Moments
suspended in
time
in existing randomness
we can't control
how we came to be
but it's your choice to
make,
it's up to you to hear me
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
that's how you came,
and that's how you'll be
paint on a canvas
wild, in front of me
mind clashing and
dancing, feelings
from up above, or
from the deepest dark
gutters of endless belows
you are something else
and I'm nothing of the sort
you'll have me in shackles
and bandages in short
but a bruised up
toothless smile
will rest
for a while
on the drifting
dreamer
Crawling for miles
protons smashing
mingling, mingling
Receiving
in space made
in randomness
and darnkess's embrace
but there's no sense to
make of what's happening
to me
I could go on
for hours
and you still wouldn't see
these things come from
nothing,
these things soon to be
from dimensions
unknown,
from foreign clearings
a fraction
of seconds
For fractured
Moments
suspended in
time
in existing randomness
we can't control
how we came to be
but it's your choice to
make,
it's up to you to hear me
trains and trains and trains of thought
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